The Crimes of a Space Scientist
The air around me felt empty. There was no oxygen, no space shuttle, no asteroid; just eerie, black darkness. In the distance, I could see a crackling, red ball of fire, shaded with orange blots. Colorful stars and galaxies surrounded me. They were looking at the stranger who didn’t belong there, panicking as he fell down gently. I had no idea what I was headed towards in the vastness of space. It felt as if a pillow of air was cushioning my fall, trying to take me to a place safe from the danger of death, in space. Suddenly I sensed a firm, heart-relieving curved surface, which I slid surprisingly smoothly into. Still falling slowly, I realized I had just entered what was a planet-sized bubble. It surrounded a huge planet whose green surface approached me sleepily. Swaying blood-red and sky-blue plants among the green grass were difficult to spot in a seemingly unending expanse of blue and